Really sorry for lack of updates, but thats just how I write, slowly...I wish I could write faster though. Ideas from fans are gladly apperciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own the name 'Elementals', TDI or any of its characters, or the BOB channel. I also don't own 'The Night of the Living Dummy' or the 'Scary Movie' franchise.

KatAngel711:

Maybe it wasn't…then, maybe it was. Of course, you'll just have to wait and see! Thanks for the compliment!

Kangawu12:

Drama, I eat it up! Hopefully I can keep it coming in steady measurements.

StrawberryTigress:

You've got 2 out of 3 right, but which ones?

Actually, it isn't all that hard to guess which ones you got right…Of course, that's coming from the person who knows!

The mysterious stranger has already been mentioned in this story before…Does anyone remember? Virtual cookie to whoever finds it!

Don't worry, I'll get Gwen to feel better in no time! :D

Chapter 6

Heather had been sitting on the lawn chair earlier that morning before realizing that she was due for a massage in the spa. But even that didn't lighten her sour mood.

"When I get my hands on Leshawna, she's so dead!" Heather had muttered through clenched teeth. The threat was empty, since no one was ever going to back her up or help her. Without 'friends', she was just a bitter girl.

Heather had given one final look at her surroundings before heading off to the spa.

-Resort Spa Confessional Cam

Heather was lying on the masseuse table in a yellow towel, the upper third of her body propped up by her elbows. Strong, masculine hands were rubbing and pounding her back, and though it was relaxing her, Heather still wore a frown.

She said, "That mall shopping, junk in her trunk, sewage spewing, lousy, loudmouthed 'sista'' sprayed whipped cream all over me as I was sleeping last night. I woke up with a creamy white beard and moustache, and a big pile of the stuff on my head. I looked like a freaking ice-cream cone Santa! As if that wasn't bad enough, Leshawna thought it was funny to place a cherry on my nose!"

The hands massaging her suddenly stopped when she turned her head around and yelled, "Jeez, you're too hard! Calm down!"

-End Cam

Heather walked out of the spa just as Gwen and Owen were supposed to arrive. Having no want to see the two, she ran to her room. As she hurried through the third floor, she past Trent running the other direction. Though they both were going fast, time seemed to slow for her as she caught Trent's brutal gaze. Heather tried to keep her eyes steady, but they dropped instantly.

Heather, even after he was gone, was looking down. She had been feeling odd lately, like she actually felt…bad for someone besides her! Gwen! Could you believe it?

On one hand, her cold heart (yes, even she realized she was cold) was trying to stay indifferent to the situation, like all times before. So I kissed Goth Girl's boyfriend. So what? Their love alliance could have seriously messed with my plans. And FYI to Gwen, your boyfriend absolutely SUCKS at kissing.

Still…

Heather pushed all thoughts out of her head and quickened her pace. At the end of the hall was her door, numbered 861. Heather scoffed as she remembered Izzy's room number; 313.

Izzy had gone crazy (at least, crazier the normal…er…does that make any sense?) when she found her latest room number was 313, and had screamed happily from the top of the resorts flagpole about it. The freak had just gone on and on about how 313 always marks the most haunted room in a hotel. Of course, if Izzy slept there, she might appreciate it more. But Izzy said she slept in the woods…then again, her rooms usually exploded into flames during the night when she allegedly wasn't there…

"Like I would care," Heather jeered, referring to haunted 313's, "Ghosts and spirits are just mindless stories, like horror movies. Don't believe in them, never will." She then reached her door and opened it.

"Do you believe in demons?"

Heather gave a scream before blacking out.

* * *

A man with a big smile, big teeth, big brown hair, and tiny eyes closed by the previously mentioned big smile, comes onto the screen wearing a big blue suit and a big, annoying red tie. His-

Only his mouth moves as he says, "We interrupt you looking at me because I'm a newscaster, and nobody really cares what I look like! We also interrupt this story for a special announcement! We really do! Yes, it's coming straight at you, here, live, long, annoying, boring, tedious, and really not fuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnn! Isn't that great?"

He tilts his head and looks at the camera, his face still in the same position as before, looking eerily like a puppet that's going to come to life and scare the beejeebies out of you. Its stays like that for an uncomfortable minute, and he picks up again, which leaves the audience confused in whether they're glad of that or not.

He says, "I'm sure you all want to hear my special announcement, you really do, you really dooooooooooooo! Well, here it is folks, straight from the horses mouth! Straight from the chickens, cows, goats, and rhinoseriouseseseseseeseseses… that's a hard word…" He remains smiling like a freak.

Chef stared at the TV and had to fight down the urge to smash the thing with a meat tenderizer. Instead, he slowly picked up the remote and pressed the Off button.

"That's the last time I ever watch that channel." The ex-marine said as he slowly lumbered out of his chair and strolled to the kitchen.

As soon as he left the room, however, the TV turned on.

Static.

Then the man came back on, and started to laugh in a familiar tone. The man then put a hand to his head and pulled…

And his head came clean off! Underneath was our familiar sadistic reality TV host, Chris Mclean. He grinned and said, "I love messing with Chef!" Chris continued to laugh.

…And then screamed as he was abruptly jerked down behind the desk that was used in the fake news channel.

He didn't come back up…

Static.

* * *

Gwen, though her destination was only minutes away, didn't have any idea what was pulling her breathlessly along. She had spent more time trying to make sure she didn't trip over something and kill herself. As Gwen carefully made sure her foot wouldn't step on a wet rock, something caught her eye.

The yanking had stopped, and her body was still. In front of her was something like a fountain of water, or more like a geyser, shooting from the ground. But instead of water, it was golden…how could it be described…it was golden sparks of light, rising into the air. At Gwen's eye level, the sparks started to level out and then empty out onto the sides. It was very similar to how water would react, except the emptying out light just curled back into the leveling out light. The center where it all touched was starting to get brighter.

Gwen circled the anonymity, wondering what it was. She cautiously put her hand where the light was gathering, and gasped. The light was very cold, like ice. But Gwen kept her hand in the light and pushed to the orb of gathering light, determined to find out what it was. She'd seen enough movies to know when something shocked the hero, they just tried again anyways. As Gwen thought about that, the echo of one of her favorite vampires saying, "But what if I'm not the hero? What if I'm the villain?" filled her mind. But she shook that off and grasped the orb.

The light exploded, creating a short and sudden energy field that blasted Gwen's hair and loose clothing back behind her. The shock subsided, and Gwen looked down in her hand. Inside was…sand. Golden, shimmering sand.

But sand.

Gwen's excitement for what was going on subsided, and stared blankly at the sand. With sudden disgust, she started to throw the sand to the ground. As it fell, she stared intently at it, as if it should burn from her gaze. It didn't burn, but it did slow…and slow…and slow…until it was only five inches from the ground, frozen in the air. The intricate patterns sand has when it's falling were caught in midair.

Gwen was, needlessly to say, dumbfounded.

"Oh my…" She whispered, wondering what had happened. As she had done with the light, she put a hesitant hand to the sand. The instant it was touched, gravity kicked in and it fell. Gwen pulled her hand back, troubled by that.

"Did I do that?" She whispered.

The sand (honestly, Gwen should have seen this coming) then rose like a tornado. Gwen took a step back, but it followed her and then flew onto the Goth girl's necklace.

-Resort Spa Confessional Cam

Gwen is sitting in her regular clothes, shooing eager hands away that wanted to 'Spa-itize' her. Gwen took her lipstick out of her pocket and started to apply it, and with the other hand batted away several other lipsticks that the spa employees were offering her. She finished and said, "Only my lipstick, Ok?! Just leave me alone, this is important!"

When they were gone, Gwen looked at the camera in silence. You could see she was anxious…scared even. But she only looked at the camera.

After a few minutes, she pulled a necklace out from her shirt and showed it to the camera. It was a circle with four notches ninety-degrees apart, the top one pointing straight up. It also had a weird color that couldn't be explained in any words.

Gwen murmered, "I used to have a necklace that was from my favorite movie, 'Alien Chunks'. It looked like the blender they used to turn the aliens into fruity drinks." She gestured to the necklace she now held. "This," she explained, "is the necklace after the sand touched it. I've heard of eroding, but this is ridiculous!"

-End Cam

* * *

A human lay below the dark creature, and was trembling. The human, not the monster. The monster had nothing to be afraid of, the human did. But you knew that, didn't you?

The human was paralyzed, trying to make its mouth work. It tried to get up off the ground, but only managed to squeak out instead, "Who…who…who are you?"

"WHO AM I? WHY, I AM THE GREATEST NIGHTMARE OF THEM ALL, THE MASTER OF HORROR, THE TERRIBLE TYRANT! I…AM…LORD ROVE!"

The human said stupidly, "O…K…say, do you watch TDI? Did I look amazing?"